Textos e delírios de don’t mention the war — (05/09/2020)

I’ve been going down and down and down, feeling like there is no deep enough to sink anymore.

The Divine Comedy tells me not to mention the war but the modern love tells me to have fun while this dance of chance keeps swinging me around searching for ‘the one’ — If there is any chance of actually existing a thing like that in this modern world (if there isn’t, that’s ok — Shrug).

Even the most real events end up to be like dust in the wind.

Everyday I break myself , looking for that place in life where I feel to be good at — sharing adventures and travelling with loved ones.

Inside the darkness I heard the voice of a water spirit whom could help me notice the love and admiration of people who always had been there and new ones.

Some of those unexpendable people — my father, my mother.

I hear myself calling for conection again. With me.

These drops feed the flowers, crying above them.

I miss the long night walks.

You were always special — in every step you take in the dirty streets of pubs.

Your smile, your promises about future… One lifetime wouldn’t be enought or could handle it, I’m sorry.

One big white whale could have swallowed us together until we forget about ourselves.
But at the same time, we could have been more than just prisioners of love.

Maybe the real freedom it’s to be free, choosing to stay close to someone.

There’s only love in the end.

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